❤️Caroline’s POV❤️
“Remind me again why someone that lives in a tunnel happens to be your friend?!" I paused mid-steps and turned to stare at Oliver.
"Because as supernaturals, you need a witch beside you to aid in battles you can't get mixed up in." He said. "A good scenario would be you, for instance, I can't help you even though you got caught in the crossfire between New York werewolves and Dover coven of witches so that is where my friend comes in handy." He snapped his finger at me.
"Well, you have got a creepy friend, not like I'm complaining, I just want this tattoo off my wrist." I continued walking till my ankles snapped. I stepped on something.
"Ouch!" I yelped, gasping for breath.
"Caroline, are you okay?!" Oliver tried to rush towards me but was thrown back by a ginormous
